Most ‘Neptunians’ I’ve known lead unconventional lifestyles; after all, modern life generally argues with the whole “I’m living in the moment” paradigm Neptune requires. One close friend is clairvoyant, an artist (Neptune conjunct Libra rising) and a gypsy (she is also a Sagittarius Sun sign). Riding her magic carpet from house sit to house sit, she lives under the auspices of Neptune; utterly without an external security blanket, she takes her cue from the shimmering, ever-changing present moment. From firsthand accounts, it’s difficult. Just try, for a day, planning your life around the inner dictates of Spirit. Sometimes it works out beautifully, and sometimes you just sit there wondering what the heck you’re doing. But for folks like her, there’s no other way. The only approach that works for her is to let go, surrender, trust in spirit. [Read more…]

I have to get this off my chest, so get ready for a bunch of astrological jibberish followed by plain english. Uranus has entered Aries, it is now exactly opposing Pluto, within two degrees of my Mars and Sun. And I’m just not feeling it– though I’m sure some folks out there, for example those in Libya, are. I have Uranus on my Ascendant, and I know the enlivened, exciting, restless live wire energy of this vivifying planet. When Uranus entered Aries last June (with Jupiter), I could barely contain myself. Since I have Uranus in Libra, art and music, specifically Erykah Badu’s Window Seat, and Sade’s Warrior of Love, calmed me down. Dancing around was all I could do to keep my spirit from jumping out of my skin. But now, all I’m feeling is sad.

Maybe it’s that transiting Saturn is opposing my Aries Moon from the Twelfth House, and Chiron now trine my Sun. I’ve been emotionally sober, and (unusual for my Aries Moon), also so needy & dependent on the people I love for my emotional health and happiness. This emotional sobriety is probably, definitely, contributing to the fact I’m finding the world events almost paralyzing. I also notice, in response to the recent collective disaster, a level of compassion fatigue and soul-sickness (if not outright sickness), emerging in myself and others. I’m a little worried about empathic overload. I connect this to Chiron in Pisces. [Read more…]

In the past two days, I’ve been informed of two deaths. One, an acquaintance’s family member; the other, a high school classmate who was a fixture in my social circle. The former was a suicide, and the other was young and healthy enough to surmise that free will played a role in her death, too (you usually guess this when you see ‘no foul play suspected’ in the police reports). For me, this brings up feelings already brewing from a more acute loss this Winter: sadness, loss, and the compassionate awareness that life is hard.

Astrologically, Uranus is leaving Pisces. Something we explored at the Steven Forrest retreat this weekend was the idea that as Uranus leaves this last sign, we are in a time of necessary endings. Steven said that part of this evolutionary work is accepting the inevitable ending of things. The question was posed: What do we need to let go of? He suggested the exploration was incredibly complex and required careful discrimination. He also suggested privacy as one thing we are likely letting go of.

Every year as the planets one by one precess into Pisces, I find my self losing steam. Ordinary daily activities seem to take more time, doing the dishes, laundry, taking care of the animals creeps into the daily agenda and suddenly these little persnickety things, that endless to do list that makes life function, dominates. Pisces is on my sixth house cusp, that’s the house of among other things, the mundane life. Or as I’ve been known call it, the house of grunt and grow work. Pisces has been great for furthering my skill and craft in astrology at my teacher’s bi-annual workshop (apprenticeship=6th house), and for the love and affection I’m genuinely feeling toward my new cat (pets=6th house). But an observation I make and also hear from clients this time of year: projects move slowly and people are missing in action, daresay it, wishy-washy. Plans simmer on the back-burner and when nothing’s happening our minds go into idle mode, feeding our anxieties and uncertainties. I remind them, and myself, that it’s the time of year. Pisces symbolizes the seasonal end of a cycle.[Read more…]

I never had the aspiration to be an actress. I was once given the part of handmaiden (with no lines) in a Sheherazade play in highschool which I boffed by giggling nervously on opening night. However, recently I played astrodrama with my astro-friends and found myself cracking everyone up with Saturday Night Fever dance moves. I played North Node in Leo, grabbing a red blanket and squishing it close to my heart and then Chiron, picking the wounds off my magic wand, I felt as though a new talent might be coming through. This wasn’t possible by the previous limits of my conscious personality but when I surrendered to the moment and became guided by it, it led me somewhere new and magical. I became bemused and be-wonderful.

Am I destined to be on camera? I don’t know about that. My facial expressions are more Ally McBeal or Audrey Hepburn (in Funny Girl) than cool and composed. Awkwardly charming? I’ll give you that. [Read more…]

Yesterday morning we made a trip to Melk to see an 89 years young grandfather of one of our dear friends here in Vienna. We loaded up in the car and journeyed through the Austrian countryside, classically picturesque. We rolled over the Danube and into the Wachau region, the place where the Venus of Wilendorf dated 24 000 BC, was found. This countryside has been (amazingly!) occupied by people ever since. It is clear that timeless history folds into the daily lives of the Austrians. We arrive at the grandfather’s house which reminds me of a gingerbread cottage with icing lattice. With a twinkle in his eye, he greets us hello in German “Guten Morgan, Servus…” welcome! and invites us in for a glass of champagne! Ah, a bon vivant, who although lost his wife a few years ago, has not lost the spark of life. One of the first things he tells us, with the help of his translators, is he was once imprisoned by Americans in WWII while stationed in Norway! Bah! To our relief he politely reassures us (and several times throughout the day) that he is quite fine with this, which is obvious by the number of gifts he gives us (he is a Libran). As we are told stories, of the Norwegian women who brought the POW’s desserts, who also reassured the prisoners that they were good girls, as they had no fish blood (I think this is a reference to a cold-blooded Norwegian goddess) – the Moon is waxing Full in Pisces. The one english word I do catch is “the cage”, which he uses for prison. Wow. Life is one wild and crazy rollercoaster ride, rich in beauty and sorrow, isn’t it? How it can feel like a crapshoot sometimes – a game of pure chance. For example, all three brothers in his family were drafted into war, and all three returned, fine. How? Why? Huh? By a stroke of luck? [Read more…]

About Me

Thanks for stopping by. My name is Jessica. After living in California for almost 20 years, in 2018 my husband, our dog, Magnus, and cat, Obi, relocated to Honolulu, Hawaii. I've studied astrology since the early 90's and found it such an incredibly useful tool for understanding my spiritual experience that I began guiding others. Read More…